Chapter 1645: Reverse Counterattack

Yin Tiande wanted to fight but also wished to live, so he sacrificed a Quasi-Emperor Weapon to ensure an escape route, which was truly generous. The Black Emperor wiped his mouth, lest saliva drip down.

Tiny purple fragments flew, like a brilliant rain of light, scattering across the universe. These were pieces of the Quasi-Emperor Weapon; though flawlessly beautiful, each fragment could slay a Great Saint.

Everyone dodged, fearing contact, for touching them would surely result in a bloody hole, and then the Quasi-Emperor dao patterns would grind one into blood pulp.

"It is a pity we cannot contend at the same cultivation level; let us set a future date for battle!" This was Yin Tiande's voice. He vanished through a ritualistic gate covered in runes, distinctly different from other domain gates.

Using a Quasi-Emperor Weapon to cover one's retreat was truly extravagant, but he did it solely for this battle. Outsiders saw it as excessive waste, yet he himself felt it was well worth it.

This was a truly significant clash. He had grasped Ye Fan's dao fluctuations and gained a realization: when he reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, a major battle involving divine restraints would unfold.

The only thing that made him sigh was that Ye Fan had not used his Heavenly Emperor Fist against him or Yaoguang; it was only unleashed when attacking the Quasi-Emperor artifact.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. Yin Tiande was someone who possessed divine restraints. It would have been a pity if he had perished without a fight at the same cultivation level.

Because Ye Fan was too strong, displaying an unstoppable and invincible will, people now hoped that some key contenders would survive to potentially counterbalance him in the future, or at least slightly impede his progress.

Otherwise, he seemed invincible, with no opponents left. With his rapid advancement, the Imperial Road and all the heroes of myriad races would become a joke.

The light gate vanished, and the various Quasi-Emperor runes faded and dissipated.

Ye Fan reached out, and the sky full of purple crystal rain converged, appearing in his palm. They were incredibly clear and radiant, and he reforged them into a purple gourd.

He stared at the direction where Yin Tiande disappeared, somewhat surprised. It was a Quasi-Emperor Rune Gate, severing all connections and isolating him from this space-time.

"I'll give you a chance; what's wrong with a future battle? I'll wait for your return." Ye Fan was not worried, as he had never feared anyone among his peers. He had even killed the Heavenly Emperor's Son, who possessed the world's greatest talent and bloodline. Relying on talent alone could no longer suppress him, and he was even more fearless in his personal cultivation.

Everyone was astonished. Ye Fan was truly invincible. The strongest individuals at the Fifth Imperial Pass were all no match for him. Who could possibly contend with him? The rise of the Sacred Body was now unstoppable.

During such a great battle, there was not a sound within the city. People's hearts trembled, and there was dead silence.

Everyone's emotions were complex. This was a path that filled them with despair. The Imperial Pass! Others had fought bloody battles along this road for so many years. Yet, Ye Fan had only come once and immediately plunged everyone into despondency!

His appearance made people lose hope, and many trembled in their hearts. After three hundred years of struggle and three hundred years of disability, he had defied the heavens to live again and become a Quasi-Emperor.

Ye Fan re-entered the city. A pin drop could be heard on the streets. What more could the remaining heroes say? Only a sigh. How could they possibly contend?

Especially some individuals, such as the youngest son of the Divine Court Emperor and Daoist Nine Calamities, turned pale. Recalling their previous sarcasm, it now seemed like pure suicide.

Ditian, Shen Lan, the Great Demon God, and Immortal Qing Shi fell into even deeper silence. They were "old acquaintances," but now they were no match, unable to keep up with that person's pace.

Now, people were no longer considering competing with Ye Fan; instead, they were wondering who in this era could even slightly impede him. Yaoguang was soundly defeated, and Yin Tiande had fled. With these two strongest contenders defeated, who would dare to step forward?

To everyone's surprise, the Divine Venerable was still atop the Skyscraper Pavilion, remaining unmoving and expressionless.

"He... hasn't left yet!"

Everyone was greatly astonished. Was he going to fight Ye Fan? The Divine Clan was incredibly strong. According to legends and past battle records, few clans in the universe could compare to them, let alone their supreme elder.

However, as far as people knew, the Divine Venerable had not yet become a Quasi-Emperor. Was he trying to defy the heavens, hoping to fight to the death?

"Do you want to make a move too?" Li Heishui exclaimed, his eyes widening.

The Divine Venerable glanced at him indifferently, saying nothing. Instead, he looked at Ye Fan, his gaze fearless, unafraid, and very aloof.

"There's nothing to discuss. Return Chengdao's mother," Ye Fan stated.

Ji Chengdao clenched his fists, his face filled with excitement. After so many years, he had constantly thought of his mother, hoping for her rescue. Now, with his uncle's powerful return, he saw hope.

To be honest, he really wanted to beat up his nominal maternal uncle across from him, but he also knew he was currently no match.

"She is my sister; naturally, I wouldn't let her suffer. However, I am not the sole decision-maker for the Divine Clan. There is also the Grand Elder Council above me," the Divine Venerable said indifferently, still expressionless.

"In that case, I will have to make a personal visit to the Divine Clan myself!" Ye Fan's eyes blazed, causing many Great Saints to retreat in fright, trembling in fear.

"As you wish," the Divine Venerable replied, still perfectly calm.

Pang Bo was amused and irritated. He said, "Still so tough, huh? Do you want to fight Ye Zi, or are you just trying to show off your backbone?"

"I've suppressed myself too heavily; I don't wish to fight now," the Divine Venerable stated straightforwardly.

Everyone was stunned. Earlier, when he arrived in his dragon-jiao chariot, his divine might had been awe-inspiring, instilling fear, as if a supreme being had descended. This had led people to assume he was someone who valued his absolute dominance and would rather die in battle than retreat a single step.

Unexpectedly, he made such a straightforward statement at this moment, which was somewhat disappointing to many.

However, many observed that the Divine Venerable remained incredibly calm, without any emotional fluctuation, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.

"You don't want to fight, so why aren't you running away?" the Black Emperor said with ill intent, eyeing his entire body to see if there were any treasures worth plundering.

"Why should I flee? He is a Quasi-Emperor. I admit that even if I use all my methods, I cannot defeat him across a realm. However, I will only need a few more years at most to enter the Quasi-Emperor realm myself. At that time, I will seek a fair fight," he stated candidly.

Many were surprised, and some were even moved. He was truly unaffected, his Dao Heart as firm as stone, steady and calm, unyielding to any winds from any direction.

He was truly a formidable individual!

A peer who had already become a Quasi-Emperor stood before him, yet he remained unconcerned, still full of confidence.

Ye Fan smiled, very relaxed, and walked forward. "Some people I give the chance to fight in the future, but some displease me, and I wouldn't mind eradicating them on the spot."

When he spoke these words, he did so with a lighthearted demeanor, a profound smile on his face, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines and made their scalps tingle. Many regretted not fleeing earlier; this was a true harbinger of death!

Ye Fan casually waved his hand, but his finger force was heavier than ten thousand tons. The Divine Venerable was sent flying, blood spilling from his mouth, his body convulsing violently.

Everyone was aghast, shocked by Ye Fan's invincible methods; even the Divine Venerable was powerless to resist. They were also astonished by the Divine Venerable's powerful physique; that was a Quasi-Emperor's strike, yet he wasn't pulverized or exploded.

"Causing Brother Haoyue centuries of suffering is one thing, but making a child lose his mother for so many years is unforgivable!" Ye Fan's voice turned cold, and everyone felt a surge of killing intent.

The Divine Venerable stood up, his posture ramrod straight. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his face still indifferent, and said nothing.

"Brother Dao, please stop!" Shen Lan cried out, her face showing alarm and fear that Ye Fan would kill the Divine Venerable. She rushed forward and said, "Chengdao's mother is our blood sister. My brother loves her dearly and hasn't tormented her at all. He was merely displeased that Ji Haoyue refused to remain in the Divine Clan."

Ye Fan ignored her, spreading all five fingers. A hurricane formed in that spot, and the Divine Venerable was involuntarily pulled into it, then pressed down under Ye Fan's palm.

Everyone was startled. Hadn't Ye Fan lost his cultivation? How did he conjure this black hurricane? Even after breaking his Dao, he still possessed such methods!

One must remember, that was the Divine Venerable! Even Yin Tiande, who possessed divine restraints, had a fierce battle with him where it was hard to say who was stronger. Yet now, he was seized by Ye Fan like a scarecrow.

The crowd became utterly silent, feeling a chill run through them, unable to utter a word.

"Chengdao, how do you wish to deal with him?" Ye Fan asked the young Chengdao.

"I... actually really want to give him a good beating." Young Chengdao usually yearned to tear the Divine Venerable to shreds, hating him to his core, but now that he had the chance to deal with him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Then go ahead and beat him up."

With a gentle flick of his hand, Ye Fan caused the Divine Venerable's blood to congeal throughout his body, rendering him immobile and standing rigidly in place.

Ji Chengdao stepped forward and circled the Divine Venerable. This was a peerless figure on the One True Path; ordinarily, who would dare to be disrespectful towards him? Yet today, he was deprived of his freedom.

"By rights, I should call you Uncle, but you're too detestable. This punch is for my father!"

With a thud, Ji Chengdao swung his fist, as big as a large bowl, and smashed it into the Divine Venerable's right eye, immediately turning it black and blue, creating a panda eye.

Shen Lan covered her face, genuinely too embarrassed to watch. A nephew hitting his maternal uncle — this was truly rare, and it didn't even look like a serious attack, but rather an act of mockery, making her feel a burning shame on behalf of the Divine Venerable.

"This punch is for my mother!"

With another thud, the Divine Venerable's left eye was also not spared; it was bruised black and blue. The two purple-blue eyes were perfectly symmetrical, as if he were a giant panda reincarnated.

"I don't actually want to hit you myself. It's my parents who want to beat you up. I'm just acting on their behalf, so it's not disrespectful," Ji Chengdao said.

Everyone felt dizzy. He clearly wanted to beat up his uncle himself, yet he was saying this.

Ji Chengdao looked at the Divine Venerable's swollen panda eyes, burst into laughter, stepped back a few paces, and then observed for a long time before finally stopping, careful not to go too far.

The Divine Venerable's mouth twitched. He could no longer remain composed. He had been beaten black and blue by his own nephew!

Who was he? The supreme elder of the Divine Clan, undefeated since his birth, with unparalleled talent in the world. To be mocked like this by a young lad today, and beaten by his own nephew, was truly infuriating.

The Divine Venerable wanted to let out a long howl. He had suppressed even someone as powerful as Ji Haoyue with a mere lift of his hand back then. Yet now, his nephew had come and exacted such a reversal.